Pact with us
A immensity of beings, in too bright stars.. displaying the picture of a galaxy painted by the very what we are.
And in each of us there is a universe.
It’s so complex….it’s so vast the human soul..that…
. .. that no matter how many moments,
no matter how many feelings he spends in his life,
He will never be able to fill this inner bowl, certainly infinite !
It’s a tornado of hot rains,
of cold rains,
storms and oases of light..
that mixes uninterruptedly throughout the whole road
everything we live,
a mill of destiny that spins without respite,
grinds and devours in its own embers..
fine powders of pieces of us.
And we sometimes try to pick something from there,
from this tornado.. as in a raffle,
for he who knows..or maybe
choice with choice will distort any Hurricane
and thing with thing chosen with great care,
feeling with a feeling spoken and lived..
they would put order in their own universe when the storm is overcome…
And leaving aside the balance of what was cold or hot.. light will appear!
It remains to open the windows wide,
to receive it,
to honor it through us…through everything,
letting its rays penetrate the shutters in front of our own eyes,
and then we will be able to look at the sky as well,
and the sky can fad in thousands of colors .